Sunday, May 31, 2009



Poem by Omar Khayyam
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on.
Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out one word of it.
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  1. COUNT SNEAKYJanuary 9, 2010 at 5:57 PM

    Ah! My favorite poem and one of my favorite illustrators, Dulac. Beautiful. I'm reminded of Don Marquis' Mehitabel the cat's ungraceful remark about life in the alley during cold weather: "You gotta dance until the sun comes up!"

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